You're wandering down a street. No idea how you ended up here, but you woke up outside and started walking. It's pitch black and raining horribly. You wonder where that nice man went. The one who fed you and kept you warm. Surely he didn't put you outside in the pouring rain? You ponder this for a while whilst walking, even if only to take your mind off of how freezing cold you are. There's another building a little bit further away, a detached one with a front porch and lights on inside. It looks quite a lot like the house you just came from, although a bit newer. A bit cozier looking too.
You run up to the building to see if you can get inside for shelter. The porch is nice, it keeps the rain off of you, but the wind is still a problem. Scratching at the walls is very pointless, but you do it in the vain hope that whoever is inside will hear you. No such luck. Maybe he's using one of those computer things, the flashy box things that your owner was always on, he told you their name but never anything about them. You remember him ignoring you while he was tapping buttons on it. You'd sit there and watch him use it, and he would hardly acknowledge your presence. You didn't mind though, the lights were so entertaining.
After a while scratching at the walls, you hear some movement behind you. It sounds rushed, like somebody is running. You turn around for a second, and notice that it was a 's very tall and you feel intimidated. You back up slightly, but keep your eyes transfixed on the man. The man is rather tall and wears a pure white shirt with a dark jacket over it. He's wearing blue jeans and some weird coloured glasses that hide his eyes. You wonder why he wears them, but decide it must be personal preference. Why else would you want to wear glasses that make it hard to see?
Whoever it is studies you for a second, and neither of you move. His eyes pass over your skin, your hair, your eyes, your horns. It's a bit creepy, having him scan over every inch of your body. You suddenly cough, and you find yourself surprised by its horrible sound. You guess the cold weather must have done this to you. Fortunately, you suppose, this cough seems to have awarded you the sympathy of the man and he bends down to pick you up. You back away slightly, but he is very warm. You allow him to pick you up, although the fact that you go limp may have made it slightly harder for him.
He hurries you into the house - it must belong to him, you presume. He places you down, and starts to observe you more thoroughly. You feel slightly uncomfortable. After placing his eyes on yours, you hear a soft chuckle. It's an empty laugh, but you can tell that it's not a hurtful one. Your entire body violently shivers. The man wraps you in his jacket. Footsteps of some other person suddenly become audible. Someone flies round the corner of the hall. He bears a striking resemblance to the person who picked you up, although slightly taller and broader. His glasses are also made of triangles. This man feels less friendly because he raises his voice. You would guess him to be the man in charge, but the shorter man is not intimidated so perhaps they are equal.
You struggle to make out some words in their conversation - you are only familiar with certain words. The next thing he says, however, deeply upsets you. The words you make out are 'can't keep troll'. There is no struggling involved in understanding the meaning of these words. A pitiful whine emits from your mouth, the best retaliation your strength allows. The bigger man looks down at his feet, sighs and walks off. The other man picks you up, moves you a bit and puts you back down. You suddenly remember how tall he is, and start backing up again. Balance is key, and you seem to lack it. You fall backwards and then remember how warm the man is and run back to him. He scoops you up and holds you close to himself to keep you warm.
After a short trek to another room in the house, and a short moment's silence, he mumbles something about beds, sets you down on something soft and covers you with a big piece of thick fabric. It's very warm and you almost instantly fall asleep. Your dreams are a spooky mish-mash, as normal.
Hey look, I made a second chapter. Yaaaaay. Sollux's point of view, second day will be in next chapter. Thanks for the follows and stuff, didn't expect that much for a single chapter. I apologize for how short this chapter is, but I did my best to make it as long as I could for a repeated chapter. Hopefully chapter 3, being a full day, can be a bit longer.
Also, thanks for threatening me to make more in the reviews. It provided much needed motivation.